A Conversation of Misunderstanding

An example of the typical conversation between Noah, Elijah, and Spencer, tonight at dinner:

Elijah: "Spencer, you want to be an Astronaut when you grow up."

Noah: "Spencer, you do NOT want to be an astronaut. You'll be abducted by aliens."

Spencer: "I'm not a duck head!"

There ya go folks! Any of you ever been "ab-duck-head" by aliens before?

Memories from Olympics Past OR my Olym-PICS

Ann and Elijah...he was 3 months old!

Jim and Noah...he was 2 (I actually think this was on his birthday or right around his birthday)

I don't think there has ever been a time I HAVEN'T watched the Olympics. From watching them when I was a child to watching them with my children, I just simply love them. Of course I love watching any American Athlete win...you feel the joy of when they win, and feel the pain and sadness of when they loose. I always have wanted to be an Olympian, however not being athletic and having absolutely no athleticism whatsoever has put a kibosh on this dream. However, I am a spectator and without the fanatical spectator, there would be no Olympics. I have been once, the Salt Lake Games in 2002 but I am hoping to go someday, somewhere with my family.

I must say, I really don't have a favorite memory of the Olympics because I love them all but I must say, every time I hear the Olympic Theme Song, tears seriously erupt in my eyes...Enjoy the pics and of course, Enjoy the GAMES...GO USA!!

And Realism Is All That I Gave Him...

I am a realist, plain and simple. I have often wondered which of my three boys would inherit this oh so great and realistic genetic disorder (Yes, Lisa I know it isn't a real disorder, but sometimes it certainly feels like it) and well my years of wondering have finally ended...Spencer! Yes Spencer is my realist. "How do you know...the kid is only 5" you say with a shake of your head. Well, this may answer your question...

At school Spencer was to answer the age old question "When I am 100 years old I will.." and then the child answers the question that leads to a drawing. Well Spencer didn't say a doctor or a super hero with super strength...no, his answer was (drum roll please) "Be Dead" followed by a colorful drawing of his funeral...Therapy please!

The Ghetto is Finally getting to me!

This is how we do it in the ghetto...crinkly bangs, check, lips like a duck, check...doing some weird finger moves, check...wondering how I ever ended up in the ghetto...I think about it every darn day!

The Jones Family...2009

Mr. and Mrs. Potter out for a little walk on a chilly, chilly Missouri day

"It's so nice to have the family back together again"

The Jones Sisters...Ann, Lori and Lisa...ya, ya I know where the heck did I come from, my siblings are still trying to tell me I was adopted...and now I am thinking "is that really a bad thing" just kidding, you know I love you all!

While we were all together we attempted family pictures...Chaos insued, crazy faces made, but no lost kids so all in all, it was a good photo shoot.

The Jones kids...Lisa, old, Ann, young, Lori, kind of young and old, Erik, kind of old...okay okay we are all kind of old and kind of young

My mom with my family

Oh Jimmy, how I love you...and your Utes hat

The Jones Family 2009

The Jones Cousins

Finally...the other half of our Christmas Break

Mom next to her birthday cake...oh so good!

Total shock...I mean TOTAL SHOCK

She kept wondering why there were so many cars in the church parking lot but we couldn't tell her until we got to the room!

I have been patiently...PATIENTLY...waiting for my lovely, yet oh so busy with life sister to download the pictures of the other part of Christmas break. For those of you who don't know, we spent a couple of days in St. Louis surprising my mother, who turned 70 on January 2nd, with all of us kids coming to the great state of Missouri and having us a really good time now...

I had told my mom we would be spending her big day in Atlanta...haha...and my brother told her that he would spending her big day in warm weather...hahaHAHA! It was so fantastic so see her surprised...it was so fantastic to see her so upset that it took 2 hours for my sisters to get soda (they went to the airport to get my brother)....it was fantastic to see her scratching her head trying to figure out why all of the kids were off shopping...without her (buying all the decorations and the food for the party)...and it was equally as fantastic to know that my sister was in the same store at the same time buying last minute party things while I was with my mom shopping trying to get her out of the house so they could get decorate. Wow, I think I just grew some gray hairs just reliving that crazy day. But all in all it was equally fantastic to see my Mom being overtaken with joy to see all her friends and family (that could make it) on such a momentous day.

Love ya Mom...may you always be so trusting that your kids can pull one over you and you suspect nothing...maybe that is why we got away with so much as kids...anyway moving on...love you and thank you!